Sunday, June 29, 2008

i saw this accordion player



in temple bar yesterday. it was a cold and rainy day. people walked past in a hurry. everyone looked miserable. he's been playing his accordion in the same spot for many years. he wishes he was on a small greek island. he could play in his old friend's tavern. people would sing and dance. he would be known across the island as a great accordionist. his music would make people happy. he would be happy. everyone would know his name. his fingers would never get cold...




when i turned around, i saw this woman across the street. she is the accordionist's wife. they got married in his old friend's tavern a long time ago. she, too, wishes she was back on the sunny island. she could work at her brother's restaurant. most customers would want to eat outside in the sun. some would prefer the shade, especially at lunch time. she would laugh and joke with the customers. everyone would be smiling. she would be happy. everyone would know her name. she would never be cold...

4 comments:

Ilan said...

Superb photo! Fun to read. Thanks for sharing :)

Dulce Dieu said...

I saw him too, while on vacation at the beginning of July. He seemed so sad whenever I walked by - or maybe I was sad because of all the rain and assumed he must be sad too.
He is sort of the inspiration for a story I'm playing around with now. I googled "accordion player name" trying to come up with a name for him/the character based on him and stumbled on your photo.
It makes me happy that someone else saw him too.
Lovely picture.

tina said...

dulce dieu, that is so cool that you recognised the guy from my picture! he always looks very sad and like he had million stories to tell. the rain is certainly not helping! good luck with the story!

Anonymous said...

I often make up histories for people too to pass the time, especially if I see someone I consider especially interesting, I reckon if you look hard enough, you can get a pretty accurate picture from their eyes.

What a wonderful imagination you have. For a moment there I was being served a Mojito by his wife in her brother's bar in Greece. it was lunchtime and I was in the shade.